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I wake up to someone poking my cheek, I open my eyes to see who it is and to my surprise it's Jasper.
"What do you want, if you couldn't tell I was sleeping."
"Yeah I know and I'm sorry, it's just that your phone kept ringing I assumed it might be important. I grabbed my phone and when it turned on there were 10 missed calls and 3 messages.
Mom: honey come home it's important.
Mom: come home now
Mom: come home
I took minute to wake up, then I started to head for the door. When I got outside there were cans and red solo cups all over the lawn. I walked to my car and jumped in the front seat, turned on the car and headed home. It might not be the smartest thing to drive after the amount I drank last night, but I need to get home.
When I arrived there was a cop car out front. I quickly got out of the car and ran for the front door. I can't believe she called the cops, I told her I would be going to Natasha's party. When I got inside I headed for the living room assuming that she was in there.
She was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands and my uncle sitting beside her. There were two cops by the TV, giving me sympathetic looks.
"Mom I told you I was going to Natasha's party, why did you call the cops?"
My uncle slowly stood up. "It's your father, h-he was in an accident."
"Is he okay?" I ask even though I already know the answer.
"He died on impact." My uncle says.
I can't believe the words I'm hearing, he can't be I saw him yesterday, he made me pancakes like he does every Friday.
He can't be-be dead, my father, the man that raised me. He was supposed to be at my graduation, he was supposed to walk me down the aisle, he was supposed to be a grandfather. He wasn't supposed to die now, he was supposed to die old, in bed next to my mom, not 43.
By now tears are streaming down my face, my uncle engulfs me in a tight hug. Like the ones my dad would give me, this makes feel worse, because I will never get to feel the warmth of my dads hugs or hear the sound of his voice as he tells me it's going to be alright.
Flashback
"Get up we have to leave before your mom wakes up." Dad whispers in my ear, my eyes shoot open as I remember what day it is.
"Give me five minutes I'll meet you in the car." I say as my dad shuts my door behind him, I quickly get dressed, brush my hair and run down stairs and to the car. My dad pulls out of the driveway and onto the street, and we start on our journey to our secret place a couple hours from here.
The drive consists of classic rock, mainly queen, lots of horrible singing and lots of junk food.
After two and a half hours of driving we finally arrive at the quarry we found four years ago to the day, ever since then it has been tradition to come back.
It is just as beautiful as last year, if not more.
"Happy 17th birthday, I love you." My dad says from behind me, before I can say anything he is jumping into the water. I jump in right after him, the water is cold due to the time of year.
After a while we get out and dry off. "Thanks dad, you're the best." I say as I hug him, the heat from his body instantly warming me.
Reality
I pull away from my uncle, not wanting to feel warm knowing that my dad isn't the one to warm me.
I turn around and walk out of the living room, not wanting to see the looks of sympathy on the cops faces. I walk up the stairs and into my room, locking the door behind me, my knees buckle and I collapse to the floor. Crying my heart out.
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After hours of silence, my phone rings.
"Hello" I say my throat still raw from all the crying.
"What the fuck, you left me I can't believe that you left me here." Zoey yells over the phone.
"Shit I'm sorry, it was important my mom wanted me home." I try to say without breaking down and crying again.
"Ok you get a pass on this one but you do it again and I might have to kill you."
"Yeah, you might." My voice sounding drained.
"Wow the hangover must be bad."
"No, it's not that."
"What is it then, you sound like your dying."
"It's... uh it's m-my dad, h-he he's gone." I just manage to get out before I break down.
"What, what do you mean he's gone, he's not-
"Dead, yes Zoey he was in an accident, I-I'm never going to see h-him again."
"I'm on my way, with ice cream and chick flicks, okay give me ten minutes." And with that she hung up the phone.
Ten minutes later Zoey, Natasha, and Sydney are hugging me and crying, well Sydney's not crying or hugging she is patting my head.
Six chick flicks, eight tubs of ice cream, and twelve hours later, we are sprawled across the beds and talking about the party last night.
"Yeah you were wasted by 9:00" Natasha says to me, which makes me laugh.
"At least I had fun you were babysitting Jasper all night."
"Wow ladies, calm down I'm pretty sure I can speak for everyone here that we all had fun last night."Zoey says trying to put a little more humour into the conversation, so I don't break down. Although no matter how much humour is put into the world I am positive it won't make me happy.
"Guys I think you should go home, I need some time alone. I promise I will call you tomorrow."
"Oh, okay see ya later." Sydney says as the girls stand up, Natasha and Zoey give hugs before they leave.
That night I didn't sleep, all I could think of was how much I wanted to be with my father, how much I don't want to live without him.
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^~*~^~*SMITTY OUT*~^~*~^
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Suicide Watch
Teen FictionDesi is a 17 year old girl that had a dad, well until a week ago. When her dad passed away her mom and her friends worried about her when she tried to commit suicide. So the mother took it in to her own hands and sent her on a interesting journey t...
